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            Jenny's First Step (Part 3)            ---------------------------



Why, Jenny, you're trembling.....

Your nostrils flare, your reddened breasts heave invitingly as you
fight to calm your breathing.  Sweat glistens on your face, neck and
belly, trickles down from your armpits.  A mixture of tears, sweat and
saliva drips from your chin onto your breasts, but you're not really
able to do much about it, are you ?   Your hair is damp from the sweat
of fear.  Your legs shake, partly from their stretched position,
partly from reaction.    Gently, now, little slave, the lesson is
over, but you won't forget it, will you ?  You'll be a more obedient
plaything from now on, won't you ?

Time to show you the more pleasant side of your captivity.  I remove
the bar from  between your ankles, and reconnect the cuffs with twelve
inches of light chain.  Unhooking the heavy chain from your collar, I
pick a short silver leash from the table and snap it to the ring at
your throat.  Once, just once, you tug against its pull, then your
shoulders shrug, as much as the straps will allow, you make a sort of
exasperated sound in your throat and meekly follow, pacing carefully
with your hobbled feet, as I lead my new slave through a small door at
the rear of the room.

The room beyond is large, comfortably warm and gently lit. The carpet
is a soft grey, warm on your bare feet.  Occupying the centre of the
room is a very large four-poster bed, with a single pale cream satin
sheet and pillows.  Steel fixtures glisten at several points around
its base, and in the posts supporting the canopy, suggesting that this
is not a bed likely to provide a restful night's sleep.   To your
right is a tall white built-in cupboard, an easy chair and a low
coffee-table, bearing a bottle of wine in a cooler, a single glass,
and, incongruously, a telephone.  To your left an open door shows the
tantalizing gleam of bathroom fittings, and you become suddenly very
aware of your bedraggled state.

I lead you to the chair, push you to your knees beside it and hook
your leash to its base.  Taking the chair, I pour some wine and sip
it, returning the glass to the table in front of you.  Ice chinks
softly in the cooler, condensation beads on the side of the glass,
aggravating the raging thirst that has resulted from your exertions.
Paradoxically, although you're still drooling idiotically around the
gag, your mouth and throat are parched.

"Would you like some wine, Slave ?"  My voice startles you.  You wag
your head in pathetic gratitude, and mew a plea through the wadding in
your mouth.    You're conscious of holding your breath and trembling
as I lean over and release the web of straps that hold your head
captive.  Your jaws ache from accommodating the invader for so long,
and it hurts like hell to open them still further, so that I can pull
the ball out, with a moist 'pop'.   The harness drops to the table,
your saliva glistening wetly on the ball and staining the hide.

I lift the glass and hold it to your lips. You're unused to drinking
this way, and you gulp down too much, choking and spluttering.  Wine
runs down your chin, mingles with the sweat between your breasts.

"Please....err, Master... couldn't you free my hands ?  It's hard for
me to drink this way, and I'm making a mess...."

"You are in a bit of a state, yes, little Jenny.....but the wine is
the least of it......"   You look down at yourself and blush in
embarrassment at your body covered in mixed liquids, glistening and
sticky..... just about the only thing you haven't done is to wet
yourself.  Although, talking of which.....

"M..Master ?  May I go to the bathroom ?"  You're really blushing,
now, at having to ask such a childish question.  A delightful flush
spreads up across your breasts, neck and face, and you hang your head
as I simply look at you, saying nothing, for a very long time.

"That's probably a good idea, it may be some time before you get
another chance."  Now, what does that mean ?  Instead of releasing, or
at least easing, your bonds, I stand, unhook your leash from the chair
and lead you into the bathroom.   You stand, uncertain, as I simply
drop your leash and make no move to leave the room, turning instead to
run the shower.   Pressure from your bladder is competing with a
rising sense of shame and humiliation.  You know that things will be a
lot worse if you wait, but, in front of me ...?

"Master !   I..... could I be alone... please ?"

"Jenny, it just hasn't sunk in yet, has it ?   While you're here, I
own you.  You don't have any rights, or any secrets, or any modesty.
Slaves don't have privacy, except such as their master may choose to
allow them.  You have not yet earned any such privileges, so you may
as well get used to the idea that your body is not your own, it's
mine, to please myself and amuse myself with.  Now, I intend to make
sure that it will be quite a while before you have another
opportunity, so I should make the most of this one. "   I push you
back by your shoulders, the seat catching you behind the knees and
obliging you to sit without thinking about it.  Your leash clicks onto
a hook on the wall behind you, and I turn away to check the
temperature of the shower water.

It doesn't particularly amuse me to watch you relieving yourself, but
the humiliation, amply betrayed by your crimson cheeks and tears of
shame, is another part of your lesson.   That I can bring you to this,
that I can own and manipulate you to such a degree.....scary, isn't
it, Jenny ?   What else might you find yourself helplessly agreeing
to, before the night is out ?   When I turn back to you, after a few
minutes, and ask "All finished ?", you are unable to speak for hot
embarrassment, you simply hang your head.

"I said...", grasping your chin and lifting your face to mine, "..All
finished ?"

"Yes". Barely a whisper.  I watch your eyes, in silence, waiting for
you to work it out.

"Yes, thank you...Master"  Better.  You're learning, Jenny.  Time to
get you cleaned up.  The shower is billowing steam into the room, as I
remove your collar and push you under its jets.  You close your eyes
and gasp as the warm water stings and caresses, turning and twisting
to get as much of you wet as possible.  Eyes and ears full of water,
you're blind and deaf to everything but the hedonism of hot water, so
it comes as a shock to you when I begin rubbing scented shampoo in
your hair.  You give a start, then relax and enjoy the feeling.
Rinse, conditioner, the whole works.  Never let it be said that I
don't groom my slave well.  Once again, I wait for you to work it out
for yourself.......